M.o.p. - Ante Up (remix) lyrics

Take minks off! Take things off! Take chains off! Take rings off! Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off! (Ante Up!) Everything off! Fool what you want? We stifling fools Fool what you want? Your life or your j**els? The rules, (back 'em down) next thing, (clap 'em down) Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, (bound!) now, (now!) Brownsville, home of the brave Put in work in the street like a slave Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode (That sh** will send you to your grave) So? You think I don't know that? n***a hold that! n***a hold that! n***a hold that! From the street cousin, you know the drill I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) Them thugs you know, ain't friendly Them j**els you rock, make 'em envy You thinking it's all good, you creep through a small hood Goons coming up outta the cut for your goods and they all should Ante Up! Yap that fool You want big money, kidnap that fool If you up in the club, I've got your pistal, money Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money The '87 stick up kids, (what you n***as saying?) Get the f** up out that 740 shorty I ain't playing It's flash that thang time, (bang!) bang time (Ante Up!) n***a, it's game time Hand over the ring, take over the chain Gimme the f**ing watch before I pop one in your brain Stop playing these childish games with me Representing 1-7-1-8, dangerously, n***a Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!) I'm a street regulator, true playa hater Get back down make yo' a** a Mac sprayer hater Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials Code of the streets, owners who creep Slow when you sleep, holding the heat Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets It's the L-I L-F A-M (M!) E (E!) Yeah, n***a Danze, gave you a chance Cause I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong He said he was strong I had reason to believe he had some sh** up his sleeve all along (So?) f** you Your Honor! Check my persona I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (Raise hell!) Till I was tired of stress, yes lord Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timing, you see the man shining Get up of them god damn diamonds! Huh! Ante Up! Yap that fool! Ante Up! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him! Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)